“I would have to have his word for it,” said the girl with flaming cheeks and rising from her chair. “Be seated,” ordered Benson, “and we will avoid unpleasant subjects.” She sank again into her chair and listened. “I wanted to know if you wish me to manage your business for you for a while yet, for it will be some time before you are of age, and I am your trustee.” “Of course, you are to do as you have done. I desire it. Is that all you wish me to say?” “Yes,” he replied with a gratified smile. He walked to the door with her and impulsively took her hand in his. “Child,” said he, “I want you to grow fond of your cousin. I have your welfare at heart.” The tears sprang into her eyes as she heard this. But, saying nothing, she ran quickly upstairs and threw herself into Biddy’s arms. “Oh, my, Biddy, that man drives me crazy. He is always bringing to my mind that I cannot have Tom for so many years; grow fond of him, never, even if he is my own cousin.” The decision that she would see a lawyer on her own account made her restless until one afternoon she ordered the carriage and drove down Broadway. “I want to stop at Wanamaker’s,” said she to the coachman, “and you wait for me. I have much shopping to do.” Without waiting to purchase one article, she went through the store into the rear street and took a car. There was something always in the attitude of the servants that made her think that she was being spied upon, and certainly if the man thought she was buying girlish trash she would be free to do as she had planned. She stopped in front of a tall building and disappeared inside. “I want to see Mr. Campbell,” said she at a law office. A young man bowed before her, and she thought by the expression of his face that she could trust him. Starting from the beginning of her mother’s life as far back as she knew, she told the story. Then, coming down to the present, she related her fears about her lover. “He is innocent,” declared the girl, “and you may name your own price if you will help me to get him out of prison.” The young lawyer could not but admire the girl. She could give him but meagre knowledge of Tom’s trouble, but names were added, so that he could get his own evidence. “And I do not want you to ever write me. I am suspicious of my cousin and those pretending to be my friends, and as long as they think that I am doing nothing for Tom I am safe, but I fear the consequences otherwise.” The lawyer promised and soon the eagle-eyed coachman, who was being paid by Benson to keep his eye upon his young mistress, saw the girl emerge from Wanamaker’s, and wave her finger at him from the distance. She had been gone just two hours. “Home,” was all she said. “Biddy,” whispered Nellie, after she and the woman were in bed, “you told me to look up a lawyer, and I did it to-day. I did not buy any of those things I said I did.” “No?” inquired the woman.